The Guy Who Could Smile Poem by Donna Caldwell

I met a guy called Ian who worked at the shop
We played cd's galore and would have a good bop
He was the entertainment with that smile on his face
Cheered us up no end when you was in a bad place

Stickers on books, he'd slap on one by one
He always did that and got the job done
No job was too much for him
From taking up stock to emptying the bin

A brew in his hand and a sweet in the other
Popping them in his mouth one after the other
His laughter would always fill up the room
Brightening it up and removing the gloom

Outside of the shop he'd frequent The Pub
Making everyone in there feel ever so good
His laughter there would make everyone smile
It was infectious and lasted a while

You left each one of us shedding a tear
The Pub won't be the same without you and your beer
Now The Pub and the shop will have an empty place
But most of all we're going to miss your smiling face x